More From People Who Write Poetry Because That Is What They Do

When I post a poem here it is, by some, assumed that the poem is about me or my life. That is not always the case. I strive to understand and experience the human condition. So, although the poem may convey lots of meaning and be emotional, it is not always related to what I am...

I never thought I'd have to let you go,
It took so long to find you
and in that finding was:
Life's promise to meet my match,
But, here's the catch,
I destroy you everyday we are together
And, more when we are apart,
So, cloaking myself in pain,
Covering my skin in...

Not all things that do not make sense are stupid,
I broke the wing of the South wind in my ignorance,
The twelve stones in my breastplate were not mine,
Beneath your yoke a laboring giant was sleeping,
How well you joke and fiddle to the sound of weeping,
Know you, in your old...

Is this where where eden has become?
A spoken word a curse a thought a crime?
I see mine own flesh cleaved from my bone
and all the while an empty throne
where once a ruler sat
the donkeys braying and rats grown fat
my sinews drawn into my noose
and from my skeleton an axe
how...